Here’s today’s New York surprise
I witnessed
with my own two eyes:
Reddi-Whip,
the cans amounted
To nineteen
(and yes, I counted!).
Lined up on
a bench, as well
As
underneath, and I could tell
They all
were empty, for the caps
Were strewn
around, by slobs, perhaps.
There was no
whipped cream residue
And raindrops
hadn’t sprinkled through,
So with these
clues, I did conclude
That this
was gobbled up as food.
Yet one more
possibility
Did naturally
occur to me –
A group of
young adults or teens
Went crazy spraying
all their jeans.
I’ll never
know just what took place –
The detritus,
though, I’ll embrace
As fodder
for my daily poem
About the
place that I call home.
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